Possibly the worst name ever…

The thrill of sitting behind the wheel for the first time, the responsibility of being in control of a metal beast with revved up engine and fluffy dice. This is just about the most grown up thing you’ve ever done: a symbol of maturity, an object of desire, a babe magnet. So how do you choose which driving school to educate you in this most important of life lessons? Maybe not the one below – spotted in South London – which may well be alluding to the state of your underwear post-lesson, rather than the speed at which you’ll be allowed to drive!